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#ThankfulActs, Day 2: Write a Thank-You Note



How did yesterday's challenge go?  Did you thank a door holder? I thanked a man who held the door open for my daughter and me, and (thinking of this challenge) I remembered to speak my thanks clearly.  I tried to make eye contact, but he wasn't looking at me, so I didn't succeed with that.  Overall, though, I think he recognized that I was sincere in my thanks.  As an added bonus, my daughter also spoke up and clearly thanked him as well.

The #ThankfulActs challenge for today is to write a thank-you note. We might have specific thank-you note challenges later in the month, but for today, feel free to choose anyone as the recipient. 

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Find a pen and paper or card, and tell someone thank you.  Be specific in your thanks.  In this time of texts and instant messages, receiving a hand-written note will be a pleasant surprise.  

I'd love to hear how your #ThankfulActs are going, and if you have any suggestions for future challenges, please let me know.  Thanks!

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Thanks for notes, and mail carriers who deliver them.  

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  1. I know the person who needs a Thank You note. Thanks for the nudge.

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  2. I accept! My baby sister really helped me out this week and while I did thank her on the phone and I did thank her by email this would make her feel very special!

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    1. Handwritten notes are less common than they used to be; I'm sure she would be thrilled!

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